Archaeologists at Hogwarts

Chapter 383 The Final Encounter

382 The Final Encounter

While Toby waited silently, Old Tom also used the magical ability similar to the perception of black feathers to come to the depths of a jungle.

This is the Albanian Forest, where Voldemort once committed himself to hiding, and where he hid the Ravenclaw diadem.

About a kilometer away, Voldemort, possessed by Fudge, was communicating with his newly recalled servant.

"Severus."

Voldemort's tone was not as weak as expected, but in comparison, Fudge's big belly had long since disappeared, faintly revealing a sign of successful weight loss, which was a health issue he hadn't cared about for a long time.

"Owner."

Snape stooped over, a look of respect on his face.

"Let's get here first today."

Voldemort's face on the back of Fudge's head continued to speak: "It seems that I can't find that special snake today. It's not around here, and I don't know where it is going. But I need to rest, and I can't let this body be just like this." Waste it for nothing."

Snape immediately carried out Voldemort's order. He found a relatively flat open space, and skillfully cast a protective spell around it, and then began to take out the tent from the luggage.

Voldemort had already gone into the tent to rest, leaving Snape to cook dinner outside alone—his craftsmanship is really not very good, but fortunately he only made two servings, one for the Imperius Curse Eat one of the fudges and enjoy the other on your own.

After the fire was lit, Voldemort's faint voice came from the tent, as if he was suddenly tired.

"Tell me about your expulsion from Hogwarts again, Severus."

The movements in Snape's hands paused for less than a second, but he quickly poured the dried beef into the pot again, making a sizzling sound.

"Okay, master."

Voldemort didn't fully trust him yet, so he tried to find clues from Snape's description over and over again.

This was the master he was familiar with, not the more terrifying Hai Erbo who knew all the secrets from the very beginning.

Accompanied by Snape's rigorous narration, time passed little by little.The tall trees blocked the little sunlight left, and the surroundings gradually fell into darkness.

"So it was Toby Highmore who kicked you out. I remember you were very good friends."

"It's never happened, master. We didn't deal with it when we were very young. He likes to bully others, and I am."

"You are always bullied by others, right? Hearing what you said, it seems that Toby Highmore is more suitable to be my servant. It's a pity that this possibility will no longer be possible, just do what you should do , Severus, one day, you will be rewarded."

"It's my pleasure—who's there?"

Snape suddenly became alert. He stared at the underbrush only a few meters away. It didn't take long for Old Tom to come out from behind.

His looks were so similar to Voldemort's when he was young, Snape for a moment forgot to blink.

The protective spells that Snape had cast before didn't work, and that couldn't affect the tight connection in the soul.

Similarly, Voldemort in the tent was also aware of Old Tom's presence.

The door curtain was lifted, revealing Voldemort's possessed face on the back of Fudge's head. He saw old Tom with his own eyes, and also saw the crown he wore on his head.

"I knew... Highmore would not let go of any clues."

From the day he teamed up with the diary to deal with Toby, Voldemort knew that the Horcrux would be exposed sooner or later. It was mentioned that he later ventured to take the crown from the Room of Requirement, but Dumbledore also discovered this secret.

"I'll take you away now, master!"

Snape stood up and said loudly, "You can't let anyone know where you're hiding now, and it's not convenient for you to—"

"Do not."

Voldemort interrupted coldly: "Try to beat him, Severus. I've taken a fancy to his body, that plant Animagus, which is much more useful than this useless piece of trash."

"But you must also be careful not to die in his hands."

No one knew, this was a secret that even Snape had never known.

During the summer vacation during Voldemort's school, he encountered the most difficult enemy in his life.

Old Tom Riddle, who was clearly only a Muggle, nearly killed him.

He hadn't been able to create any Horcruxes then.
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Toby waited in the secret room for nearly two hours, but he did not show the slightest impatience, but still waited patiently.

During this period, Al came down alone once, and went back with peace of mind after seeing that Toby was fine, and left a whole bucket of lemonade for Toby by the way.

After Toby drank the water glass in his hand little by little, he snapped his fingers casually, and the small wooden barrel immediately moved over joltingly, tilting the body of the barrel laboriously, and refilled the glass.

Finally, after the barrel gradually bottomed out, changes began to take place in the secret room.

Branches that were about to decay grew from the feet of Slytherin's statue, gradually spread to Toby's face, and then became thicker and thicker, returning to the appearance of old Tom.

He seemed to have been seriously injured, his face seemed to have dried up, and there was a big gap in the crown on his head.

Toby stood up, and he reached out to take off the hot crown, not minding that his fingers were red from the heat, which was quickly covered by the black mist emerging from his body.

Today, this Horcrux has been completely destroyed, and it no longer contains Voldemort's soul, and has lost its function.

"I didn't expect you to be able to bring it back."

Toby looked at Old Tom carefully and said, "It's a pity that you couldn't kill your own son yourself, did you?"

Old Tom didn't answer Toby's question, he just stretched out his hand blankly, begging for something from Toby.

Toby understood what old Tom was trying to do.

"Not yet, I only have two horcruxes of the mysterious man left - the locket and the gold cup, I need to save some. Unless...you can find that invisible helper, maybe it can help You stole these two things."

Toby planned to take this opportunity to ask more about the Death Steward, but Old Tom still didn't respond.

"Then do you know what the purpose of the death steward is? Why does it want to help you? Also, is it true that the goal it left behind Ron was actually you, not Harry Potter?"

Old Tom still didn't respond.

"Then you can continue to wait here."

Toby said angrily, he stretched out his hand to call the armor over, and then put the lady's wide-brimmed hat full of arms on Old Tom's head.

"I know the hat alone won't stop you, but adding the armor will make a difference—unless the Death Steward shows up to help you, won't he?"

Finally, unwilling to reconcile, he tried again.

Unfortunately, the results were still the same.

"Watch him."

Toby finally ordered with a blank face.

As his figure gradually disappeared at the end of the passage, the armor guarded meticulously in front of Old Tom, his figure was like the tall Slytherin statue, unwavering in the slightest.

And at the far end of the forest in Anibonia, Snape, covered in scars, was holding Fudge's battered body tightly, shaking it back and forth.

He had never yelled in such panic——

"Master, wake up, master!"
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After many days passed, Voldemort gradually woke up.

"Severus."

He weakly called out the servant's name: "Where are we now?"

"Owner?"

After hearing Voldemort's voice, Snape looked anxiously at the co-pilot - that's right, he got a family car somewhere and was driving fast on a wide road.

"Are you awake, master?"

After catching a glimpse of Voldemort actually waking up, Snape breathed a sigh of relief, saying, "We're leaving Albania soon, and we—damn, why is he here again?!"

A figure suddenly appeared in front of the road, it was that powerful old Tom.

Snape had already guessed the other party's identity, and he must have a blood relationship with Voldemort, probably the other party's father.

But he never knew that Voldemort's father was so young and a wizard. It was completely different from what he knew.

"It seems that Haimo has long anticipated the day when I will recover."

Voldemort's tone was very weak, but it contained infinite anger.

"He wanted to tease us, tried to torture me."

"Then I still have to go-to fight him?"

Snape asked Voldemort with his eyes.

"Are you a fool?!"

Voldemort taught angrily: "It's such a time, how can you still have such a naive idea? Highmore didn't give me time to give you a reward, and he couldn't restore my energy - hurry up and go around , it’s best to run away from him, sooner or later, I will—”

"He's coming, Master!"

Snape just evaded old Tom and drove by, but the other party immediately stuck to the car like taffy, and gave chase to the car.

And this time Toby seemed to find more uses for Old Tom.

In the rearview mirror, a large number of weird things were constantly jumping out from Old Tom's body. They were chasing faster than Old Tom, and rushed up almost in the blink of an eye.If you look carefully, you can still see some complicated magic circles shining faintly on it.

If it weren't for the fact that Old Tom couldn't bring the living over for the time being, I'm afraid Voldemort would have to face more than just these dead things.

But even so, they suffered—the moment Snape hurriedly protected Voldemort, all the items in the magic circle exploded together, making earth-shattering noises, and the finally stolen family car was engulfed in flames. engulfed, and then—

"boom!"

The car exploded into pieces, Snape flew upside down in the flames, and fell hard on the rough road.Voldemort didn't feel well either, and if it was a little later in the evening, the body he had managed to live in would suffer together, and he almost lost his shelter.

Snape got up from the ground panting, his face was covered with cuts from fragments, and he looked very scary.

"Ahem. This lunatic doesn't even care about Fudge's life."

He coughed violently twice, wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, and walked little by little to the place where Voldemort fell.

It could be seen that Voldemort was in a very bad state. He opened his eyes with difficulty, but all he could see was sparks and dust all over the sky.

"Where did that person go?"

he asked Snape.

Snape looked around, found a hot golden cup on a scorched ground, and then held the golden cup to Voldemort for him to see.

"He's gone, probably affected by the explosion. I really hope he died in one piece, leaving only this golden cup—is this your Horcrux too, master? How many more might Haimo have? Excuse my presumption, but I must know—"

"Only one left"

Voldemort looked into Snape's eyes and said, "Only the last one, Severus."

Snape immediately lowered his head, not daring to look at Voldemort again.

"Forgive me," he said, "but we must leave as soon as possible, or there will be more trouble if it is later."

But Voldemort was not as anxious as Snape thought.

"you are wrong"

He said weakly: "Haimer will not leave us with such an easy escape. He waited so many extra days, not just for another failure. As I said, he is a shrewd people."

When Voldemort had just finished speaking, the nearby smoke was just blown away by the strong wind.

Then, a figure appeared in the center of the blank explosion.

It's old Tom, he used up his last Horcrux and came back.

Snape swallowed his almost dry throat, he clenched the wand in his hand, and the facial features on his face became distorted little by little.

"This madman."

He roared, clutching his wand tightly and charged forward.

Old Tom obviously couldn't heal all his injuries in such a short period of time, but the strange thing was that no magic circle items floated out of him anymore.

Only one locket floated away inadvertently, avoiding Snape's sight, and slowly fell in front of Voldemort.

"Bring him here."

Voldemort commanded the restrained Fudge, said one of his hands held the locket in front of him, and seemed to have known what to do.

"Open."

This time, what came out of Voldemort's mouth was Parseltongue.

The hot locket opened with the last trace of its horcrux power.

In the few spaces inside it, there is a piece of folded parchment stuffed.

Voldemort slowly took out the parchment. He glanced at Snape, who had no time to take care of himself, and then unfolded it bit by bit, silently reading the letter that Toby had put so much effort into sending him.

[After seeing Old Tom three times, I believe you also understand that besides me, you have more troublesome enemies to deal with.Unfortunately, that enemy's right hand is at your side - Severus Snape.Take him to Hogwarts and I'll get rid of him for you.As for you, you will get what you deserve - a complete Philosopher's Stone.Even if you don't have a Horcrux, you can still reshape your body with the Philosopher's Stone. 】

【The deposit is at the bottom of the locket, the choice is entirely up to you, Dark Lord. 】

Voldemort calmly threw the letter into the unburned flames aside, he turned the locket upside down, and a small piece no more than one-tenth the size of a fingernail fell out from inside—it was glowing red, containing With unimaginable magic.

This is a small piece of the Philosopher's Stone, just enough to support Voldemort to come to Hogwarts.

Without hesitating for long, Voldemort held the small fragment in the palm of his hand.

"as you wish."

he murmured.

"Black Devil"
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After seeing old Tom come back as usual, Toby's eyes swept over him, but he didn't see the whereabouts of the locket.

"Take a good look at him."

Toby said in a cold tone, the armor came over immediately, it was no longer a guard, but was trying to take care of the scarred old Tom.

It wanted to go back and ask Toby if that was enough, if it would leave old Tom waiting to die.

But Toby is gone, it seems that this is not worth mentioning to him.

Office of Ancient Magic.

After Toby came back, Angela was holding "The Quibbler". She ignored Al's reminding gaze, and sat down opposite Toby regardless of the atmosphere, staring at Toby with her silver eyes.

"what happened?"

Toby asked without raising his head, and continued to correct the students' homework.

"this."

Angela pointed to a report in the magazine and said, "Why have you never mentioned that there will be a special dance party in the Triwizard Tournament?"

"I thought you wouldn't care."

Toby said calmly, but Angela didn't reply, just stared at him depressedly.

After a while, Toby looked up as if he couldn't bear her gaze, and said helplessly, "Okay, then do I have the honor to attend the ball with you?"

"It goes without saying." The corners of Angela's mouth immediately turned up, and she turned around excitedly: "Then I'll have to buy more decent dresses, and you too, you can't just wear this black suit all the time." Painted witch robes, that’s a ball, not an execution ground.”

Toby lowered his head again, and passed a good grade on Draco's homework by the way. This kid has worked hard to become the next club minister, and he has worked a lot more than before.

"You can go to Al for this matter. It is responsible for managing my gold. I think it is enough to buy a few dresses."

After the reluctant Al was forcibly taken away by Angela, Toby raised his head silently, watching the two disappearing figures.

All the expressions on his face disappeared at this moment, and the calmness was a little scary.

"What shall I do with you, Angela?"

[Fourth volume, the first half is finished. 】

The author's words:
Because of the anti-theft badge issued in advance, there is no charge for extra text, so let me write down my thoughts.

Each volume of the book has a theme.

The first volume, similar to the original, introduces Toby's past while changing the magic.

The second volume is mainly to draw Grindelwald out.

The third volume is to draw out the big boss Hai Erbo.

Volume Four: When everyone is ready, it's time for a good fight.

It's that simple.

This will also be the main content of the second half of the volume, mainly written around the struggle between these super powerful wizards, and there are still many mysteries that have not yet been solved: such as the death steward, old Tom and little Tom (you should be able to read it) After all, I changed the details of Voldemort's origin, after all, there was an additional factor of Haierpo), Harry and Cedric's source of warrior status, and the respective goals of these super powerful wizards.

That's about it.

Finally, let me ask for a monthly ticket. The grades of this book are terrible. My ability to write stories is really not very good, and the problem is not that the content is not enough, but that I need to do more subtractions, otherwise it will be very messy to read.I have found myself with this major problem, and I still have to return to the story itself.

Thank you for your support!grateful!

(End of this chapter)